Are You Ready for Some Football/Hockey/Baseball/Curling?

At the age of ten, if asked what I wanted to be when I grew up, I would answer, "A color commentator for the NFL." Either I got a laugh or a "what???" Growing up, sports were prominent in our household. I have very early memories of on Sundays, being given a dollar and my brother who was closest in age to me, and I would be sent off to the neighborhood movie theater. Other Sundays, mom would take us to the drug store to pick out "quiet time" activities. No one wanted the youngest kids making noise during the football game. I learned quickly that if I wanted to sit in the family room, with all the fun, I had to 1. Behave and 2. Learn football. I became the master of listening to the commentators so I could repeat facts and sound like I knew what I was talking about. I learned that if I yelled out "holding" when there was a whistle, I was usually correct. But a funny thing happened. Pretty soon I knew the difference between a hold and encroachment. And I started to love the game. A couple of my brothers readily admit that I knew more than they did. Football was big, but so were other sports. I knew baseball, basketball (although, really only watched college ball), and hockey. It was like a holiday in our house when the high school hockey tournament or the Olympics were on.

We also played sports. My sister and I played varsity sports in high school. Growing up in the 70's and 80's, girl sports still were finding their way. But it was never once suggested that we couldn't do anything that we wanted. I really have to give props to my mom and dad for allowing us to grow up believing in ourselves. I remember one time, in grade school, coming home late. My mom asked where I had been. I shamefully said, at cheer leading tryouts. All my siblings burst out laughing. Then I quietly said that I had made the squad. My mom said that was great and that made the razzing stop. Ok, not totally, but still.

Today, my daughter plays hockey and volleyball. Hockey is huge in our state and the girl programs are the biggest in the country. I have to say, my pride in those facts is huge. Sports will always play a big part in my life. It is about confidence, spirit, pride, skill, and most of all - being able to go out and kick ass!

R.E.M

If you were hoping for a really cool post about a really cool band, you are mistaken. This about the REM that happens when we sleep. My nights are filled with little sleep, but many vivid dreams. My unsubstantiated opinion is that I only sleep in R.E.M. Here is a glimpse at a typical night:

10:00 pm: Watch the news headlines
10: 15 pm: Go the bathroom, put on jammies, crawl into bed
10:22 pm: Flip channels on TV between the news, Friends re-runs, Sportscenter, Conan O'Brian, Letterman.
11:oo pm: Start thinking it would be nice to fall asleep soon - turn off TV, lights. Turn on radio and alarm clock time projector
11:22pm: Somehow, always look at the time projected on the wall at exactly 11:22 - makes me happy as it is a important date
11:57 pm: Decide I am not going to fall asleep, turn light on and pick up book and read
12:38 am: Mine as well check Facebook...
12:56 am: Back to bed...drift off to sleep
1:26 am: Wake up with a start - think someone is standing over me. Whew, dreaming. Wait, where am I? Am I late for work???
3:13 am : You won't believe this dream I had...it was so weird...wait, I am still dreaming. I just had a dream within a dream. What, am I awake?
5:05 am: Wake up mid swing - punched out the pillow. Damn it.
6:38 am: beep, beeP, beEP, bEEP, BEEP! Turn off alarm - curse. Where am I? What day is it? Check the day of the week, shake out the cobwebs, get out of bed and head to the shower. Another day begins...